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inside of
me, his swollen length creating a delicious friction. “I might not last so
long…”
    “It’s okay,” I assured him, although part of me never wanted it to end.
He felt far too good.
    “I’ll try…” He panted in my ear. “Ahhhh god you’re so wet…”
    I was. I slid my hand down to touch him, feeling his length where he went
into me, the place where we were joined. My pussy was on fire, my clit aching
for more, and I touched myself as he fucked me, closing my eyes with pleasure.
    “Good girl,” he encouraged, forcing my thighs open further with his,
changing the angle of penetration, making us both moan. “Oh fuck.”
    “Yes!” I cried, rubbing faster, faster. “Oh please, yes, fuck me, Nico!
Fuck me hard!”
    He gave into it, not holding back anymore, and the force of him left me
breathless, driving me into the soft press of his mattress again and again. I
watched him in the faint light from the window, seeing his face change, his
eyes squeezing closed, his lower lip drawn between his teeth. His cock was like
granite, the heat between our legs a river of lava.
    “Come for me,” I begged, squeezing him hard with the muscles of my pussy,
his eyes flying open in surprise. “Oh god, yes, yes, Nico, come with me, come
with me!”
    My climax swallowed me up in one quivering mass, spitting me back out
into reality, shivering and dizzy and gasping for air. I hung onto him as he
came too, hiding the sound of my name in the soft, moist crook of my neck as he
shuddered into me, the hot flood of his cum pulsing through us both.
    It took me a long time to recover. He rolled to the side, pulling a sheet
over us, and we breathed together in the darkness. At first I couldn’t focus,
but when rational thought finally returned, I remembered where I was, who I was
with, what we’d done. It wouldn’t be the first time in my life I’d had sex with
a stranger, but it was the first time in a very long time.
    “Well, I think this was indulgent enough for Fat Tuesday,” I murmured,
feeling Nico stir beside me.
    He chuckled. “We don’t call it ‘Fat Tuesday’ in Italy. Here, it’s Shrove
Tuesday. Do you know what that means?”
    I’d heard the term but had no idea what it meant. “No.”
    “It means to confess. Have you ever been to confession?”
    I smiled. “No.”
    “It’s very freeing, to be absolved of all of your sins,” he assured me,
tracing my navel with his finger. “Today we confess, and for Lent, we do
penance.”
    “You deny yourself?” I asked. “What will you give up?”
    “We have to give up something we really love for it to be true penance,”
he explained. “I considered giving up sex, but now… perhaps I’ll give up
chocolate instead.”
    “Good call.” I laughed.
    “So what do you have to confess?” he asked, leaning over and kissing the
side of my breast, his fingers tracing light patterns over my skin.
    “Far too much for the time we have.” I slid my arm around his neck and
kissed his cheek, grateful when a knock came on the door.
    “Nico!” It was Mama Dorotea and the sound of her voice had us both
scrambling for our clothes. “Why is the door locked? What are you doing? Your
sister is leaving, you should come say goodbye!”
    We fumbled with buttons and zippers, Nico making excuses the whole while,
assuring his mother we’d be right down. Thankfully Giulia and Will and the baby
were already gone and I didn’t have to make any explanations. When Nico offered
to take me home, I refused, telling him I preferred to walk. I needed to clear
my head, I said. That much was true.
    But it was only about ten blocks, and I would have needed a far greater
distance to accomplish that goal, I realized, as I approached the front steps
of Cara Lucia’s. I saw the light on in her window up front, heard laughter
inside. I felt as if I’d been part of a family again tonight for the first time
in so long. I hadn’t felt a part of things that way since Carrie and Doc